She had arrived. A hot September afternoon, she stepped
out onto the platform. The wind blowing her now shoulder length, choppy jet
black hair {which shone blue in the light if you looked closely enough},
out, fluffing it in bits on the breeze. There was make up on her face. Her
skin was alabaster, striking in comparison to her newly darkened hair.
There was a confident air about her. Her clothes had "conveniently shrunk"
in the washer and now flattered her beautiful figure. True, she had not
grown much height-wise, but the result was still the same; stunning. She
received looks from everyone of the boys, and glares from all the girls as
she strode airily down the platform. A cloud of whispers seemed to
formulate around her, enveloping her in mystery. Who is she? Where did she
come from? She's beautiful, could she be part veela? She bristled at that
last comment. No way was she a descendent of one of those stupid, arrogant,
vain bitches. Climbing the stairs, she entered a compartment, interrupting
the chattering of a certain famously scarred boy, his redhead best friend,
and the little sister who also shared the flaming hair.
"Miss me?" she asked, grinning.
Both boys were dumbfounded. The redhead girl rolled her eyes annoyingly, as the two boys were too busy checking this new girl out to ask her who she was, and why is it that they were supposed to miss her when they didn't even know her.
"Excuse me, but I don't think we've ever met," she asked, tentatively. The girl smirked, and waiting until the boys stopped ogling her {which took quite a while}. "Don't tell me you've forgotten me already? We've only been best friends since first year." she remarked. Both boys' mouths fell open in shock. The redhead, who we will call Ginny, squealed and ran over to hug her newly made over best friend.
"Wow! Is it really you?? You look beautiful!" she complimented. A certain red headed boy, whom we shall refer to as Ron, blushed a deep scarlet agreed, although it was directed more to the floor. Harry, {obviously the famous boy} smiled and ran over to hug his good friend, whom he missed terribly.
"Now, tell me, what did you do to your hair??!" he asked. She smiled, showing teeth like ivory pearls, and went to sit down by Ron. It was a meaningful start to a meaningful year.
Enter: Hermione. **************************************************************
That night, Hermione made her way to the Grand Hall for the yearly feast. She had been checked out and questioned all day. She just smirked and brushed it off. She nestled herself between Ron and Harry. Ron had been acting funny all day. He mumbled to Hermione and blushed whenever somebody mentioned her name. Hermione just smiled and ignored this. It'll be fun, she thought deviously, to make him jump a little. And with that thought, she leaned over to him and whispered into his ear, softly and raspily.
"Ron?" Her mouth was 2 inches from his ear.
"Ye-Yeah..?" he said shakily, trying to ignore her and concentrate on Dumbledore.
"We're friends, right?" Her mouth was now an inch from his ear.
"Why do you have to ask a silly question like that? Of course we are!" he said, a little too enthusiastically, and the brim of his ears turned scarlet.
"Good, friend." said Hermione and gave his ear a little lick, before facing front and listening intently as if nothing had happened. She smirked silently to herself as she heard Ron's breathing turn ragged besides her. He was the shade of an overripe tomato.
"Hermione, what exactly did you do to my brother?" asked Ginny, seeing the glazed look on Ron's face.
"Nothing," she said innocently. "I just had a little Fun."
Hermione vaguely heard Dumbledore's voice ring out through the Great Hall, "And the new Head Girl is...... Hermione Granger!" She flushed with pleasure and smiled as she walked up to the front and stood next to the Headmaster. "And it's my pleasure to introduce the new Head Boy....Draco Malfoy!" Hermione paled and her heart fell at those words, but she regained composire as Draco made his way up to stand by her. He smirked at her as he passed by and she growled.
"Jackass," she mumbled under her breath.
"Now, we have decided that this year, the two new Heads will have to perform one act of magic to show they're qualified for the job. And also, to discourage some of you more "outspoken" bunches to disobey. These will be the consequences if you break a rule.." said Dumbledore as he gestured towards Draco first. Draco pulled out his wand and conjured a steel cage, which seemed to have an eerie purple glow around it. Magic proof. Then, he conjured a remarkably similar clone of a dementer. The whole Hall shivered and drew back at the evil creature. He said mumbled a spell and forced the creature into the cage, where it lay prowling around, waiting. This seemed to be a sign that if you crossed Draco, well, you'd end up in the cage with it. The whole Hall gasped in awe as the cage vanished along with the evil creature within it. All the Slytherins clapped, along with a few Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaws. The Gryfindors remained silent, waiting for their turn.
"Ms. Granger," Hermione nodded on her cue. She took out her wand and conjured a book. "Morticlus Transfirim!" She voiced, and the book transfigured into a chicken, pink and plucked, ready to cook. Everybody was ready to clap, but no, that was not the end. "Wingarduim Leviosa!" She chanted and levitated the chicken into the air, leaving it hovering a few feet in front of her. Suddenly, Hermione's eyes glowed with fire. She took a deep breath and exhaled. A huge stream of fire of every color, blue, purple, orange, red, yellow. The whole Hall seemed to stand still, reflected in the fire. The smell of roasted fowl filled the air. When the smoke let up, a golden brown, perfectly roast chicken was visible, still hovering in the air. Hermione let out a satisfactory sigh, and hissed, showing a forked tongue like a snake's. She stood there smirking and waiting for a reaction.
The whole Great Hall froze. They were all petrified with fear. Was she another basilisk? Nobody dared to move. Everybody was gaping at Hermione silently. Dumbledore swept to the front. "Now, don't panic everybody. Let's all remain calm. Let me explain. Now, Ms. Granger, being a muggle born witch, is different from a pure blooded witch or wizard. You see, all muggle born witches or wizard possess some kind of power. A side effect, shall we say. They each posses different ones. A power doesn't usually manifest itself this strongly until the person is older, so that they can handle it. All muggle born in this Hall right now possess some kind of power. Although, we've never had one express itself like this during Hogwarts ever before. Ms. Granger was born as a dragon animagus. But, it's not the same kind as you or as are used to. She didn't need a potion to transform into one. And, unlike you're average animagus; she has the power to transform any part of her at a time. She's not required to transform fully. That's why she could display that wonderful pyrotechnic for you all without turning into a full dragon. Not to worry, she is in full control of her powers. There is no danger. Now, all this talk has made me hungry, let's eat!" And with that, Dumbledore snapped his fingers and plates of steaming food appearing instantly at each table.
This year however, everybody didn't dig in to the food like starving animals. No, they all watched as Hermione calmly made her was back to the Gryfindor table, sat down, and began to eat as if nothing had happened. There was low murmuring around all the houses as everyone nervously gulped down their food.
"Hermione, is it true??" Harry asked, and the whole school seemed to scoot in to listen.
"Yes, it is Harry. Along with that, there is another side effect." Hermione answered coolly.
"And that is...?" Harry asked expectantly.
"This." She turned around and her eyes glowed bright purple.
"Wow! Hermione, weren't your eyes brown a second ago?" asked Neville, who was never all too bright. Hermione shook her head with disgust for a second and answered, "YES Neville. I have the ability to change my eye color. Although sometimes, they change on their own." she said mysteriously and went back to her conversation with Ginny.
There was something different about Hermione. The way she moved, full of grace and poise. The things she said, how she talked. It all changed. She was more confident, composed. Her eyes seemed to glow mischievously as she walked down the corridors with her head held high. She no longer jumped to be the first to answer a question. She waited until everybody else had their chance, then she raised her hand slowly but surely. She never did more or less then anyone asked. She no longer worried about being late, she never was. She strode in at just the right time. She never fretted or fumbled. Never lost her cool. Even when Harry and Ron were up to something less then sane, she could talk them out of it. Everything that she said seemed so controlled, so correct. She seemed to have muscles and reflexes of liquid steel, and an even more nimble mind. There was something mysterious about her. Her grace, her sophistication. Harry had asked her why she changed so much. She told him that it was the dragon inside her. She was acquiring personality traits, and she loved them. There was a cockiness about her, the way her eyes glinted, the way she strode confidently, always sure of herself. Her movements had a lazy easiness. Yes, she made everything look easy. Her smirk full of mirth. The way her pencil flowed on paper and her words flowed out. It was matched only by one other person: Draco Malfoy.
"Miss me?" she asked, grinning.
Both boys were dumbfounded. The redhead girl rolled her eyes annoyingly, as the two boys were too busy checking this new girl out to ask her who she was, and why is it that they were supposed to miss her when they didn't even know her.
"Excuse me, but I don't think we've ever met," she asked, tentatively. The girl smirked, and waiting until the boys stopped ogling her {which took quite a while}. "Don't tell me you've forgotten me already? We've only been best friends since first year." she remarked. Both boys' mouths fell open in shock. The redhead, who we will call Ginny, squealed and ran over to hug her newly made over best friend.
"Wow! Is it really you?? You look beautiful!" she complimented. A certain red headed boy, whom we shall refer to as Ron, blushed a deep scarlet agreed, although it was directed more to the floor. Harry, {obviously the famous boy} smiled and ran over to hug his good friend, whom he missed terribly.
"Now, tell me, what did you do to your hair??!" he asked. She smiled, showing teeth like ivory pearls, and went to sit down by Ron. It was a meaningful start to a meaningful year.
Enter: Hermione. **************************************************************
That night, Hermione made her way to the Grand Hall for the yearly feast. She had been checked out and questioned all day. She just smirked and brushed it off. She nestled herself between Ron and Harry. Ron had been acting funny all day. He mumbled to Hermione and blushed whenever somebody mentioned her name. Hermione just smiled and ignored this. It'll be fun, she thought deviously, to make him jump a little. And with that thought, she leaned over to him and whispered into his ear, softly and raspily.
"Ron?" Her mouth was 2 inches from his ear.
"Ye-Yeah..?" he said shakily, trying to ignore her and concentrate on Dumbledore.
"We're friends, right?" Her mouth was now an inch from his ear.
"Why do you have to ask a silly question like that? Of course we are!" he said, a little too enthusiastically, and the brim of his ears turned scarlet.
"Good, friend." said Hermione and gave his ear a little lick, before facing front and listening intently as if nothing had happened. She smirked silently to herself as she heard Ron's breathing turn ragged besides her. He was the shade of an overripe tomato.
"Hermione, what exactly did you do to my brother?" asked Ginny, seeing the glazed look on Ron's face.
"Nothing," she said innocently. "I just had a little Fun."
Hermione vaguely heard Dumbledore's voice ring out through the Great Hall, "And the new Head Girl is...... Hermione Granger!" She flushed with pleasure and smiled as she walked up to the front and stood next to the Headmaster. "And it's my pleasure to introduce the new Head Boy....Draco Malfoy!" Hermione paled and her heart fell at those words, but she regained composire as Draco made his way up to stand by her. He smirked at her as he passed by and she growled.
"Jackass," she mumbled under her breath.
"Now, we have decided that this year, the two new Heads will have to perform one act of magic to show they're qualified for the job. And also, to discourage some of you more "outspoken" bunches to disobey. These will be the consequences if you break a rule.." said Dumbledore as he gestured towards Draco first. Draco pulled out his wand and conjured a steel cage, which seemed to have an eerie purple glow around it. Magic proof. Then, he conjured a remarkably similar clone of a dementer. The whole Hall shivered and drew back at the evil creature. He said mumbled a spell and forced the creature into the cage, where it lay prowling around, waiting. This seemed to be a sign that if you crossed Draco, well, you'd end up in the cage with it. The whole Hall gasped in awe as the cage vanished along with the evil creature within it. All the Slytherins clapped, along with a few Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaws. The Gryfindors remained silent, waiting for their turn.
"Ms. Granger," Hermione nodded on her cue. She took out her wand and conjured a book. "Morticlus Transfirim!" She voiced, and the book transfigured into a chicken, pink and plucked, ready to cook. Everybody was ready to clap, but no, that was not the end. "Wingarduim Leviosa!" She chanted and levitated the chicken into the air, leaving it hovering a few feet in front of her. Suddenly, Hermione's eyes glowed with fire. She took a deep breath and exhaled. A huge stream of fire of every color, blue, purple, orange, red, yellow. The whole Hall seemed to stand still, reflected in the fire. The smell of roasted fowl filled the air. When the smoke let up, a golden brown, perfectly roast chicken was visible, still hovering in the air. Hermione let out a satisfactory sigh, and hissed, showing a forked tongue like a snake's. She stood there smirking and waiting for a reaction.
The whole Great Hall froze. They were all petrified with fear. Was she another basilisk? Nobody dared to move. Everybody was gaping at Hermione silently. Dumbledore swept to the front. "Now, don't panic everybody. Let's all remain calm. Let me explain. Now, Ms. Granger, being a muggle born witch, is different from a pure blooded witch or wizard. You see, all muggle born witches or wizard possess some kind of power. A side effect, shall we say. They each posses different ones. A power doesn't usually manifest itself this strongly until the person is older, so that they can handle it. All muggle born in this Hall right now possess some kind of power. Although, we've never had one express itself like this during Hogwarts ever before. Ms. Granger was born as a dragon animagus. But, it's not the same kind as you or as are used to. She didn't need a potion to transform into one. And, unlike you're average animagus; she has the power to transform any part of her at a time. She's not required to transform fully. That's why she could display that wonderful pyrotechnic for you all without turning into a full dragon. Not to worry, she is in full control of her powers. There is no danger. Now, all this talk has made me hungry, let's eat!" And with that, Dumbledore snapped his fingers and plates of steaming food appearing instantly at each table.
This year however, everybody didn't dig in to the food like starving animals. No, they all watched as Hermione calmly made her was back to the Gryfindor table, sat down, and began to eat as if nothing had happened. There was low murmuring around all the houses as everyone nervously gulped down their food.
"Hermione, is it true??" Harry asked, and the whole school seemed to scoot in to listen.
"Yes, it is Harry. Along with that, there is another side effect." Hermione answered coolly.
"And that is...?" Harry asked expectantly.
"This." She turned around and her eyes glowed bright purple.
"Wow! Hermione, weren't your eyes brown a second ago?" asked Neville, who was never all too bright. Hermione shook her head with disgust for a second and answered, "YES Neville. I have the ability to change my eye color. Although sometimes, they change on their own." she said mysteriously and went back to her conversation with Ginny.
There was something different about Hermione. The way she moved, full of grace and poise. The things she said, how she talked. It all changed. She was more confident, composed. Her eyes seemed to glow mischievously as she walked down the corridors with her head held high. She no longer jumped to be the first to answer a question. She waited until everybody else had their chance, then she raised her hand slowly but surely. She never did more or less then anyone asked. She no longer worried about being late, she never was. She strode in at just the right time. She never fretted or fumbled. Never lost her cool. Even when Harry and Ron were up to something less then sane, she could talk them out of it. Everything that she said seemed so controlled, so correct. She seemed to have muscles and reflexes of liquid steel, and an even more nimble mind. There was something mysterious about her. Her grace, her sophistication. Harry had asked her why she changed so much. She told him that it was the dragon inside her. She was acquiring personality traits, and she loved them. There was a cockiness about her, the way her eyes glinted, the way she strode confidently, always sure of herself. Her movements had a lazy easiness. Yes, she made everything look easy. Her smirk full of mirth. The way her pencil flowed on paper and her words flowed out. It was matched only by one other person: Draco Malfoy.
